Chapter 635

Steven and Zion walked out from the private room's washroom. Tristan tried to run, but Steven grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall. "Does Quinton Lambert have something to do with Yvette's disappearance?" Tristan panicked and tried to run again, yet he couldn't break free. "I don't know! I don't know anything!" "Are you not planning to tell us?" Steven grabbed his hair and slammed him against the wall again. His gaze was cold like a merciless killer. Zion wanted to intervene, but I stopped him. Steven dragged Tristan over to the table and pressed him down. He then pulled out a syringe from his pocket and coldly said, "This is potassium chloride. You should know that you'll die for sure once this poison enters your bloodstream." The syringe's needle had pierced through Tristan's skin. His face paled as he looked at Steven, terrified. The veins on his neck bulged in fear and anger. "Who the fuck are you guys? Yvette has no family to care for her. You—" The needle pierc